Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Josef K to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.